Monday, July 31, 2006

poetry contest!!!my friend and fellow PKer, chris george has a poetry contest going on over at his blog. check it out. you might surprise yourself!

go on, you know you want to...

What inspires you? Tell me in a poem of thirty lines or less, any form. Send your entries to me at editorctrip@yahoo.com by midnight on Thursday, August 31, Eastern time. Winners will be published on my blog and first prize winner also receives a copy of the CD of the Charlotte production of highlights from the musical by composer Erik Sitbon and myself, "Jack The Musical: The Ripper Pursued." Good luck!

my "crap" file is now the only file with papersin it except for those poems that have been acceptedor published!i emptied every other file into the crap onei have to be honest with myself. maybe seeing itwill make me get my ass in gear and write better! s

Friday, July 28, 2006

blueberries blueberries, BLUEBERRIES!!!!when to a farm out in butler to get some corn(15 doz. ) for the club picnic. while we were therei got some peppers and tomatoes and basil and a cantaloupesome garlic and BLUEBERRIES!!!!!they had peaches, but they were rather expensive so i wouldn'thave had enough to make a pie or a cobbler.so i've made half a dozen trips to the fridge to graba few berries to pop into my mouth! i had a sandwich of fresh tomato slices and fresh basilwith kosher salt and butter on white bread for lunch.there's not much better! s

Top 9 Signs Your Cat Has Learned Your Internet Password9. E-mail flames from some guy named "Fluffy."8. Traces of kitty litter in your keyboard.7. You find you've been subscribed to strange newsgroups like alt.recreational.catnip.6. Your mouse has teeth marks in it... and a strange aroma of tuna.5. Hate-mail messages to Apple Computers, Inc. about their release of "CyberDog."4. Your new ergonomic keyboard has a strange territorial scent to it.3. You keep finding new software around your house like CatinTax and WarCat II.2. On IRC you're known as the IronMouser.and the #1 Sign Your Cat Has Learned Your Internet Password...

1. Little kitty carpal-tunnel braces near the scratching post.

OR, HOW 'BOUT...

how can you tell if an elephant's been in your fridge??

by the footprints in the butter!!!!

that was one of my daughter's favorites when she was in kindergarten. s

a dance, or 2oh how i dancedand why did i dancethat way?a glance became a lookthe music gave permissiona voyeur, an occasion of sinit's beat like a heart in the darklouder fasterharderbodies, just whispers awaysomeone askingsomeone, moving closeranswered.

blogthingy- because they are still cutting the tree and the shredder is scaryand i can't watch! s

You Are Balanced -Realist -PowerfulYou feel your life is controlled both externally and internally.You have a good sense of what you can control and what you should let go.Depending on the situation, you sometimes try to exert more control.Other times, you accept things for what they are and go with the flow.You are a realist when it comes to luck.You don't attribute everything to luck, but you do know some things are random.You don't beat yourself up when bad things happen to you...But you do your best to try to make your own luck.When it comes to who's in charge, it's you.Life is a kingdom, and you're the grand ruler.You don't care much about what others think.But they better care what you think!

2 men are cutting down one of my neighbor's oaks.these oaks are so beautiful. they must be well over100 years old and huge. it is between his houseand mine and he was worried that itwas leaning towards his house. it isn't,according to the tree man, but it's coming down.this tree is at least 40 ft high and i am saddened.the noise is appropriate i think for the deathof something only the divine could create. it shouldn't go quietly.

went to the polka dance last night.it was packed! i liked watching all the older people havingsuch fun. i had a few slow dances, but as i said, i'm nota polka dancer so i sat at the bar and talked with friends andsome of the people that came with the band. i was introduced toSLIVOVITZ, a colorless plum brandy that the band drank at eachbreak. i was not brave or silly enough to try it, especially afterthey let me smell the stuff! ah god, it smells like paint thinnerand they gleefully agreed that it WAS very much like paint thinnerbut it was SLIVO and that was a good thing!the bartender, a friend, told me of a time when a team of lady ballplayerswere in town from croatia, i think. she said they drank every one of thosetough, mine town regulars under the table. these ladies grew up with the stuff.i think these polka players did as well. i was amazed to watch them.needless to say, a good time was had by all! s

Thursday, July 20, 2006

from MY BACK PAGES in 'THE BYRDS 20 essential tracks'" Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threatstoo noble to neglectdeceived me into thinkingI had something to protectgood and bad, I define these termsquite clear, no doubt somehowah, but i was so much older thenI'm younger than that now."the last two lines even now touch my heart. s

laundry dayharsh light from a bare bulbpushes down on my shoulderscool white on the dark blue ofsheets still warm from the dryershadows like old stainsline the creases as i fold them along withthe memories of long time pretencesonce, twice three timessquared and neatly done with a practiced hand.

friday's chicken joke today! in case we get those damn storms andi lose power or have to shut my computer down!

i like this because falwell makes my skin crawl (HEY i rhymed, whoda thunk it??!)

JERRY FALWELL: why'd the chicken cross the road?????

Because the chicken was gay! Isn't it obvious? Can't you people see the plain truth in front of your face? The chicken was going to the "other side. That's what they call it - the other side. Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay.And, if you eat that chicken, you will become gay too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media white washes with seemingly harmless phrases like "the other side."

went to the mall and to dinner with my daughterand granddaughter. i ran amuck (for me) at the newSEPHORA there. oh god. i bought a new blush and a freakishlyexpensive lip pencil but i have been a little down lately andi had a little mad money AND it was just too good!

then my daughter and my little smoochie cute granddaughtertook me to a sushi place. (i didn't eat any sushi, i hate fish, raw fish ugh! )but i did have a chicken dish and boiled soybeans which mai just adores!i'm getting better with chopsticks. my kid is a pro with them.i had a can of Tibetan tea. oh my, i loved it. it's like a carbonated teaand i think it has ginger and some other things in it. i've never seen it anywhere else.it's really good.

to be a poet in the 60'scool and common.blue jeaned guys looking fora piece while writing about peace. blue jeaned girlschanting for peace whilebeing a piece, and writing about it.bumming a smoke, toke, god what a jokebut it was cool and it was common.it was ours.

a note here. awhile back i wrote a post about some nastycomments i had gotten.i want people to know that i had some very specific people in mind. i was notsaying that people that disagree with me or tease me are bad people.i was speaking of 1 or 2 (i hope it's only 1 or 2 )that called me names or called my daughter names, writing me snarky, nasty little e-mails to my hotmailaddress for this blog or a comment on other's blogs. i hope i didn't offend anyoneelse except those 1 or 2. thanks, s

sunday morning, another hot one.had a nice time at the picnic yesterdaya few of us took a walk through some ofthe wooded parts of the park, i didn't evenknow that path was there. it was nice and shadedand cool. s

Friday, July 14, 2006

blogthing on a friday afternoon!

What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are a wanderer. You constantly long for a new adventure, challenge, or even a completely different life.You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you.Your near future is likely to be filled with great successes and accomplishments. You just need to figure out how to get there.For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust

Thursday, July 13, 2006

i love certain soaps. i have really sensitive skinso i have a few different bars in the tub. i have to switch every few days.i love ivory soap. some things stand the test of time.i wonder if there's a poem in there somewhere along with the lather? s

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

yes, i think so. i'm looking for the child/ young adult i never really was.that's a good thing i think. s

well, here it is. the end of the great chipmunk adventure:it took 3(count em 3!)adults a broom and a bath towelbut we got that houdini of the rodent world out the front doorwith a hearty farewell and a slam of the screendoor he is offwith tales to tell his grandmunks about! sbob tho, is big time po'd!

i'm getting damn tired of being a chipmunk wrangler!i have chased bob who has been chasing the chipmunkmost of the day!i herded the teeny beast into the cat carrier, but silly mei forgot that the squares of the metal grid on the front of the carrier are too big to hold a ferocious chipmunk!!!i tilted it up on end thinking that with the grid on top icould lug the whole thing outside and release the littlegrinny to roam free once more.not a chance. the little guy popped straight up at me right through an opening and took off under the tv!i finally, with a broom and a towel, nudged him toward thekitchen.(i've rescued chipmunks before, covering them with a toweland scooping them up. )i opened the kitchen screen door because mr. chipmunk wasclinging to the hinges of the door, about 5 and a half ft. off the ground.he was INCHES away from freedom so what does he do??he scrambles back through the kitchen, into the living roomwhere he is in the gas logs of the fireplace!bob keeps sticking a paw in and i just KNOW he's going to be bitten, soi have a towel over the logs and bob and i are both tired and agitated! s

oh, i have to say hi to boag!i've mentioned boag and sara before.boag is learning how to navigate his home computer. sara and their daughter alreadyhave no problems working one. i know boag willpick it up in no time! s

this is me and pudd'n boy. i'm waiting for him to send me the pictureof him and his wife, GL. i have it on my computer but i can't seemto print it out on here. as i mentioned, i'll sit on a bikebut i'm not riding on one! pudd'n and GL and their family arereally wonderful people and good friends. uncle buckof the two poems here was pudd'n boy's (aka danny)uncle, but he was everybody's uncle buck! s

what a morning! i'm sitting here keeping my eye onthe mighty, mighty bob. i was working on my computer hereand i could tell bob was stalking something either under the couchor by my bookshelves. i figured it was a mouse so i was paying attention.bob started scrambling around and growling andi heard some high pitched squeaking when something much biggerthan a mouse shot out and headed for underneath my desk RIGHTwhere my feet were!

i think it's one of my multitude of chipmunks!

so i grabbed the mighty and really revved up boband took him into the living room.

he's back with me in here and patiently waiting as onlycats/kittens can.

it's my poem on geronimo that is in my blog but nowon line in four volts magazine.

i'm trying to find out if anything is being done about verifying if it is indeed geronimo's skull and if sowhat can be done to have it returned and given aburial with all dignity and honors due him.if anyone has any info, please e-mail me atafterthebridge@hotmail.com thanks much, sherrygrant has a poem up at fourvolts this month as well A SONG FOR GINA, i like it quite a bit.check it out. i think you will as well. s

i regularly read a few political blogs that i think are well doneand have style and wit. i try to make my answers to the posts,make my points and yet be civil at the same time.funny, how some people that disagree with the original post ORwith my responses to a post quite often resort to being snarky ordownright pissy with me because i don't resort torolling in the gutter verbally, that i feel or i come off, as some sort ofmary poppins/mother teresa wannabe. as if i am somehow better ORthink i am because i don't tell people to fuck off. saying "fuck off" hasNEVER to my knowledge, won an argument, of any kind.( tho i have said it and i THINK it even more) i might as wellsay, "i know i am but what are YOU...?" childish, isn't it?i wrote to the last guy that" i know my faults betterthan anyone and i never said i was some sort of a mary poppins."

i'm not, i'm real, i'm flesh and blood and fucked up more than i'd like to be,but then again, it does make me interesting to some and it's a tremendous amount of helpin my work.

so, that's my rant. if you don't like it,( the trolls that follow me around)well, you DO know what you can do,now don't you? s

i have been trying to post a photoof my other grand cat, mika but itjust isn't working. she is officially a"senior" according to the vet and is ona special diet for her kidneys. i hope she does well.boris doesn't care what he eats. he's not picky!

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.William Shakespeare (1564-1616) British poet and playwright.

1. Law of Mechanical Repair: After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch or you'll have to pee. 2. Law of the Workshop: Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner. 3. Law of Probability: The probability of being watched is directly proportional to the stupidity of your act.4. Law of the Telephone: If you dial a wrong number, you never get a busy signal. 5. Law of the Alibi: If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the very next morning you will have a flat tire. 6. Variation Law: If you change lines (or traffic lanes), the one you were in will start to move faster than the one you are in now (works every time). 7. Law of the Bath: When the body is fully immersed in water, the telephone rings8. Law of Close Encounters: The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with. 9. Law of the Result: When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will. 10. Law of Biomechanics: The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.11. Law of the Theatre: At any event, the people whose seats are furthest from the aisle arrive last.12. Law of Coffee: As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold. 13. Murphy's Law of Lockers: If there are only two people in a locker room, they will have adjacent lockers. 14. Law of Rugs/Carpets: The chances of an open-faced jelly sandwich landing face down on a floor covering are directly correlated to the newness and cost of the carpet/rug.15. Law of Location: No matter where you go, there you are. 16. Law of Logical Argument: Anything is possible if you don't know what you are talking about.17. Brown's Law: If the shoe fits, it's ugly.18. Oliver's Law: A closed mouth gathers no feet. 19. Wilson's Law: As soon as you find a product that you really like, they will stop making it.

just read a post over at shakespeare's sister, theni read the newspaper article link and then the one i have at the bottom of this post.it's for the national coalition for homeless veterans.what disgrace in this land of ours! s

Monday, July 03, 2006

"The source of all life and knowledge is in man and woman, and the source of all living is in the interchange and the meeting and mingling of these two: man-life and woman-life, man-knowledge and woman-knowledge, man-being and woman-being. "D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930) David Herbert Lawrence. English novelist

went over to pudd'n boy's and GL'syesterday and the day before. theyhave a beautiful backyard and as i mentioned before3 dogs and a few cats and some fun friends!i was careful not to get sunburned this time!pudd'n has a new digital camera and GL took mypicture sitting behind pudd'n on his harley andanother of me looking like i was swigging from a bottle ofyukon! they are funny pictures.i haven't ridden on a motorcycle since 1970, and i'm not starting nowbut the pictures are a hoot!

boag and his wife sara were there, sara is a great cook so is GL and her mom becky so there was a ton of foodand a lot of laughs. boag bought uncle buck's harley.i don't ride but i can and do admire beauty and that bike isreally nice. i'm glad boag decided to buy buck's bike, it should stayin the "family" i think. there were fireworks aplenty last night.i get nervous and the sounds make me jump a littlebut they were beautiful, especially the ones that areall golden. i couldn't help but think of my one dog i had tho. she isafraid of thunder and firework booms. i hope wherever she isthat her new family holds her and pets her and calmsher when the 4th'sfireworks are set off! s

i don't recall where i got this photo. sorry, i wish i did. it's beautifulit's painful and

it is "my" bridge.for which, this blogwas named.

"Among men and women, those in love do not always announcethemselves with declarations and vows. But they are the oneswho weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night,especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, andthe ground so very cold."

About Me

Sherry -ECLECTIC POETRY,LIBERAL POLITICS and other things, from an eclectic little woman. published in,hip poetry 2012, the individualist newsletter, online at, the amateur poetry journal, alchemy lit. mag, the writer's hood and caught in the net. a member of the international PK poetry kit, included in the anthology project, dec. 2004 and in national poetry day projects, four volts. uk. pk#10 and the picolata review.national poetry dayu.k. 08. former list administrator for the PK list.featured poet june'07#20.member pgh women's blogging society. contributing writer-CITIZEN JOURNALIST EXCHANGE worldwidehippies.com